Old-time musicians

"What are you doing!?"

"What did I ask you?!"

The question was answered with a rhetorical question, and after a few seconds Klimt finally saw who was coming.

He didn't expect that the one who offended him was this dancer lady whose figure made so many people fall in love with her!

Of course, how could a gentleman like him fight with her in public? He had to get up with a dirty face and prepare to admit his defeat, and his two assistants also reacted quickly and stood up to pull the other party's arm.

"What are you doing?"

"You started it first!"

"Let go!"

"Where are the security guards!?!?"

But what he didn't expect was that this tug and tug actually caused some uncontrolled chain reactions in the already chaotic venue

"I think this piece is performed very well!" Some people also stood up and shouted loudly.

"Write down the names of all these dancers, they will never sign a contract with Janus again!" Someone stretched out his index finger and pointed at the projection with gritted teeth.

"Shut up, idiot!"

"Whoever disrupts the order of the performance is the enemy of art!"

Several more audience members jumped up from their seats, climbed over the railings, and wrestled with the original few people!

The rhythm of the band was disrupted again by Scheller, who was conducting against the wall. Under the strange drum beats, the A flat major triad and the D minor triad began to appear alternately.

The notes between these two chords are an "augmented fourth" apart, which has been regarded as a "devil's interval" since the Middle Ages, and the effect is eerie and harsh.

The fifth part of the first act, the game against the tribe.

A dance step used to depict the fight between primitive tribes.

This is a bit of a coincidence. I saw that some scenes were like this in the audience and on the stage. The dancers clamped each other's arms, opened their bows left and right, and stepped out a vulgar duet, as if trying to throw each other down!

"Hahahahaha."

At the Santaramborg Cinema in Theolian, an ambassador from the Kingdom of Lydia, wearing a black feather hat and black gloves, laughed loudly at the scene. No one knew what he was laughing at, whether it was praise or ridicule.

"I'd better go directly to San Perto! The inexplicable schedule adjustment, I don't know why I'm doing it!"

Niemann, the romantic master who had always had a good relationship with Fanning and published the "Aesthetic Manifesto", stood up from his seat, mocked loudly, and left the cinema angrily.

Seeing this move, Dr. Diben Adimu, who was originally sitting on the other side - he was the asset revitalizer of "End of the Century" magazine and a professor of the Oil Painting Department of the Royal Academy of Fine Arts - followed Niemann for a short distance in a tit-for-tat manner until Niemann walked out of the passage.

"Genius! Genius!"

Dr. Adimu shouted at the stage at the entrance of the passage, as if he deliberately wanted Niemann, who left the stage halfway, to hear it.

"Pa!!"

At the Turner Hall headquarters in Ufrancel, at the live broadcast site, a gentleman who booed was slapped hard by an angry female audience member sitting next to him.

At the same time, dozens of other eyes that restrained their anger kicked at the gentleman who booed.

"Pah!——"

But at the same time, the demonstrators behind him spat on the female audience's hair.

"This is a blasphemous act of trying to destroy the music! Those who try to escort the performance to go smoothly are all possessed by the devil!" Someone shouted loudly.

"No one forced you to watch." Someone responded with a louder voice.

That was not enough, they stood directly on the seats so that they could watch more clearly while blocking the hecklers in the rows behind.

"Keep on with your sentimentality, cling to your aestheticism! I want to see the naked truth under the wave of contemporary industry! Even if it is told to me in a rude and straightforward way!"

"Bullshit! Is this an industrial society? Open your eyes and see clearly, there are fucking primitive people on the stage!"

"Bless Father Lavoisier, bless Father Lavoisier"

How could the gray-haired, elderly priests see such a chaotic scene? He held a Gospel tightly in his hand, his eyes closed, and his other hand kept making the sign of the cross on his chest.

This premiere, which was broadcast all over the world, gradually got out of control and eventually caused a major accident!

And the mentality of conductor Scheler and the actors on the stage was so good for some reason. Facing the boos, whistles and curses from the audience, they looked completely indifferent.

He made trivial circling beats with his hands, pulling the string instruments out of entangled and knotted vibrato, like the cigarettes curling in the ancestral ceremony.

Four French horns, contrary to their usual practice, played stubborn musical patterns, fighting each other with different tones, temporarily interrupting the dancers' intense movements.

The curtain at the back opened again, and a male actor dressed in a gray and white robe, with a beard cascading down to his waist and a face covered with cat-like stripes, was supported by several other people, with his arms hanging stiffly, his five fingers stretched out, and he limped onto the stage.

Part 6, the procession of the wise!

The clarinet and bassoon intimidated the audience with a single rhythmic pattern, and the dancers began to tremble and alternately kneeled down to worship the elders of the tribe.

"Hmm? No, these dance steps and the design of the music seem to be completely matched, extremely delicate and seamless, and definitely not a trick of randomly changing the beat"

The pioneer composer Virgil, who was watching the performance at Santarambourg, gradually discovered some of the secrets. He was an impressionist, and when he observed the commotion around him, he found that many academics were involved, but not all. Master Schillings was not involved, and the principals of several music schools were also sitting with their lips pursed, looking noncommittal.

"Quiet, please be quiet!" He shouted, trying to stop the external noise.

"Well, for example, in the musical development of the previous 'Game of Hostile Tribes', 4/4 is the base point, and the increasing and decreasing series of 2/4, 3/4, 5/4, and 6/4 are exchanged around the 4/4 beat, thus constantly forming new combinations. The ancestors of the tribes, just like the 4/4 beat, continue to occupy their own territory, while the other different hostile tribes take turns to rob, and the possession relationship changes for a time."

"So the alternation of 4/4 and 6/4 in the current 'Procession of the Wise' is easy to understand. The extra two beats just match the pace of the wise man who stops and walks due to his old age, and further reflect his supreme majesty."

The music suddenly stopped, and a slight and mysterious dissonance lasted for a long time. This is the seventh part of only four bars, the worship of the earth.

Under the trembling gaze of a group of dancers, the old wise man fell directly to the ground, pressed his cheek against the stage, and swept his hands like a whisk.

"Ah!!"

The audience screamed again.

"How dare you do that!?"

"Call the police, call the police!"

Virgil was still calling for silence and concentrating on analysis, when suddenly several scuffling audience members fell to his feet like a bunch of rolling gourds.

His thoughts were interrupted, and he shook his head helplessly, then saw a wig flying into the sky, and the avant-garde composer Solomon Hesher stood up with his nose covered with blood, staring at him.

On the other side, Creed Hess was waving his fists and was about to help, but the people behind him pulled off his shirt, revealing his chest hair.

"Boom boom boom!"

With the old wise man's worship, crazy drums sounded on the stage again. "The Rite of Spring" ushered in the last part of the first act, the most frantic and passionate dance of the earth.

"Iggs chain cinema telecommunications, there was a riot at the broadcast point, and a group of people tried to attack the backstage of the stage. Two people were slightly injured. Ms. Beche, the editor-in-chief of the "Kel Isum Review", was put in a sack by an unidentified person. She is not injured yet."

"According to the Southern Continent's Yuantia City Telecom, about a hundred spectators evacuated the scene at halftime, presumably because they were driven away by the rest of the audience. The evacuees immediately organized a demonstration on the street and clashed with the local police."

"According to the Punto County Telecom, there was a riot at the broadcast point, some people tried to set fire, some tried to destroy the performance equipment and dismantle the broadcast altar."

"According to the Saint Taranburg Telecom, there was a serious riot at the broadcast point, Master Niman announced that he had broken off his friendship with Dr. Diben Adim, two priests fainted, Solomon... Heshe was attacked and suffered a mild concussion."

"Telegram from the Jubilant Theater in St. Perto: There was a serious disturbance at the broadcast point, four medium-sized stampedes occurred, and the chief dancer Alanjewska and the Secessionist painter Klimt fought each other."

"Damn, how did you approve this kind of subject matter?"

In the manor of the Friends of Music Association of St. Perto, a villa temporarily used by the Harvest Art Festival Organizing Committee, Laxus changed his usual sophistication and clacked a stack of telegrams in his palm!